Prolougue
Alan sat alone in the remains of a half destroyed house, staring at a photo of his wife, Lily, who had been killed three days earlier by a raider attack. He took a deep breathe and stood up, a computer lay with a smashed screen on the floor, a TV next to the door on a metal table, a shelf in the next room was visible due to a collapsed wall. Alan could see something sticking out and reflecting on the Shelf. He walked over to the shelf and found a Double-Barrelled Shotgun and 6 shells.
This was no ordinary shotgun, it was made from carbon fibre, as he examined his new gun, Alan heard the door open, he loaded the shotgun quickly and turned and fired as a super mutant entered the room.
Super Mutant: Urghhh. Time to die!
Alan: What th-
Alan avoided being hit by the Mutants Nailboard, reloaded and shot the Mutant in the head, killing it. Alan breathed heavily and grabbed his magnum from the table and left the house. A trader was traveling a couple of streets away, Alan ran over to him.
The traveler wore a dirty, leather jacket, nilon shirt and jeans with glasses.
Jim: How ya doing stranger? Names Jim, what do ya need?
Alan: Got .44 magnum ammo?
Jim: No
Alan: Shotgun Shells?
Jim: Nope
Alan: Stimpaks?
Jim: Umm, well, no
Alan looks at Jim strangely as Jim's eyes keep darting behind him and see's a raiders reflection holding a knife in Jim's glasses and pulls out his Magnum and blows Jim's head off, whilest turning and shooting the raider behind him in the heart.
Alan collapsed to the ground, the knife hit him in the shoulder. Alan is no ordinary wastelander, he has unnaturally high agility but lacks the strength to carry lots of stuff and his luck is unnaturally bad causes bad luck to himself and everyone near him...
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